Jay Han

There was so much to write about today that I had to come up with the best one. I had a fuckload of stuff to choose from, too! I could have talked about how I love this terrible song ===>>> or that I finally have an ITC date. I could have talked about quitting Olympic Weightlifting because of my pending ITC date. Or that I recently decided Steroids for those going to combat might not be a terrible idea because you should be physically better than your opponent (maybe a topic for later, yeah?). I also saw Dicky A fuckstomp a Powerlifting competition this weekend. What I really wanted to talk about was The Jay Han.

 The WarMaster Jay Han preparing for battle. 

The idea came from when I found out I had an ITC date. Coach Jay Han made me stop O-lifting. "Fine." I said. He said I could dew it three days a week, but I have just dedicated that time to raw strength. I went on to do the CFNB metcons. Swim Master Jay Han said that wasn't enough and I needed to be in the pool more. Then this morning I walked in and all hell broke lose!!!

Jay Han is a Coach, Prophet, Student, Warmaster, Machine Gunner, Outdoorsman, CrossFitter and all around hard ass. Needless to say I fully respect his knowledge and enthusiasm for functional exericising... The excitement happened when he handed me THE EXERCISE REGIME HANDED DOWN FROM GOD!!! This is a very strict regiment!!! There is no room for error or going wayward with this. To do so would be to commit heresy against the Gods of exercise!

Monday
-Swim
-Strength - Back Squat
- Strict Press

Tuesday
-Run or Ruck
-WOD

Wednesday
-Swim
-Strength - Deadlift
- Bench Press

Thursday - I claim Reece Shavas on this day. WarMaster Jay will work on this one as well.

Friday
-Swim
-Strength - Back Squat
- Bench Press

Saturday
- WOD
- The Gods have also dictated YOGA on this date.

I hate having to continue to change my training style but since the Warmaster Jay Han prophet of exercise has deemed it necessary, I must comply. I know I have CrossFit competition to prepare for Dicky A, but when the God's hand down a Grand Tome of exercise to the Warmaster, you are forced to accept the decision.